Michael Vey 9 Novels & Stories

And this time, I wouldn't soften or come back to save Antonio again. Ignoring my weakened body, I stayed awake all night packing my belongings. Then, I arrived at the airport as scheduled and boarded the private jet home. Before the plane took off, I deleted all of Antonio's contact information. "Goodbye, Antonio. I hope we never meet again."

Chapter 15: Tell me you want to be fucked. In the easy chair, a fountain of cum erupted from the lap of the Stalker. The sight of Kelly cumming under Julia's tender tortures had driven him right over the edge. So it came as quite a shock to him when he heard a click on his left and looked around to see the barrel of the biggest handgun he had ever seen staring back at him. "When they've finished," Michael told him, "I'm gonna blow your fucking brains out."

“You’re a fuckin’ psycho.” “Yes, Michael, you’ve already covered that.” I smile at him as I move the blade faster between his fingers. I sing and watch as genuine fear grips him. He knows he is staring at a monster and has nowhere to go and no one to help him. “Engine, engine number nine, going down the Chicago line. If the train goes off the track, do you want your money back?” “Fuck,” Michael screams as he pulls his hand back. Blood now spilles violently where his index finger connected at the knuckle a moment ago.

“So, what’s the plan?” Michael opened the car door and pulled out a small black case. He flipped it open, revealing a syringe filled with dark red liquid. My stomach twisted. “What is that?” Michael’s gaze was steady. “Your proof.” I swallowed hard. “You want me to fake your death.” Michael nodded. “Damien needs to believe you actually did what he asked. This”—he held up the syringe—“is a compound that slows the heartbeat, drops the body temperature. To anyone who doesn’t know better, I’ll be dead.”

he said to Nine, ignoring the drop of blood rolling down her throat. She opened her eyes, and he saw her resignation. It was the same look she had in her eyes in Michael's recording. Vincent ambushed her in the communal Unfortunate bathhouse. She did the only thing she could do; get through it, and it'd be over soon. Nine gave her head a minute shake, but it was unavoidable. Michael would die tonight.

Note: This is a duplicate of the previous upload as my editor hadn't approved the change of the previous upload. If you haven't read chapter Ninety, then read this one. If you have then please skip this upload and go right to Chapter Ninety One. Thank you! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Ninety Michael’s Point of View

I have to think of a way out of this- If there is a way out of this. A short time later, Michael came into the cell with a medium-sized black bag that he dropped on the floor near the door. “Hello, again, little rat.” He greeted cheerfully as he walked over, looking down his nose. I looked away as I curled as tightly to the wall as I could. “You got yourself in an ultra-deep pit. I don’t think you’re going to be able to scurry out of this one. Even if Conor manages to make it.” He laughed coldly as I remained silent. “Judging by the last report, it’s really not looking good for him. You got him so fucked up.” Please hold on Conor. You have to fight, remember? Fight for our future!

I ordered in a low whisper into my collar mic. "Moving to high overwatch," Dutch’s voice crackled softly in my ear. Within seconds, he and Terra vanished up the steep pine ridge like ghosts, their dark winter camouflage blending seamlessly into the mountain canopy. Down on the trail, the work began. The clock was ticking down fast—Vanguard Nine's silent cipher timer had less than two hours left before their main body moved out from the railhead. "Hand me the secondary charge, Sovereign," Tristan whispered, kneeling in the slick mud beneath the main cliff face. His hands were fast, precise, and completely steady despite the freezing rain that had begun to mist over us again.

His face was pale and his hands were shaking. I held his gaze for one second longer than necessary. “Suit yourself.” ———————— Mario had the engine running before I reached the car. I slid into the back seat. Michael is beside me. The door slammed shut. Tires screamed against the pavement. The city blurred past in streaks of gray and orange. Streetlights flashed across the window in violent intervals, lighting the inside of the car like a strobe. Michael leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “We’ve got her location so you can relax now. Salvatore”

floor. It didn't take much time for Andrew to come into his mafia form.He pressed the button under his table and a table appeared from the floor ,containing all sorts of weapons. He immediately wore his Bullet proof jacket along with gear cloak shoulder holster with two pistols. He wore a thigh holster with CZ-75 . He put a blade in his shoes. In one hand he was holding AK -47 and in the other he was holding a pistol.Without further delay he moved towards the gun shots like the cheetah who is dying to kill his prey. His body held a strong power as he marched down the stairs killing his enemies who were coming in the way. Ethan was right behind him, covering him from the back.On the first fl